Mike and I enjoyed another Fun Friday yesterday; we ventured to Santa Fe again. It is a close 45 minute drive and grants us the feeling of getting away. We were heading to one of many local coffee shops. (I love how when I enter “coffee shop” on Yelp the first pages are full of different independent cafes with nary a Starbucks in sight.) When we were almost to our destination, we passed a local business called Verde, advertising cold-pressed juices. We did a U-turn and found ourselves inside the simple, stark establishment making fresh organic assortments of raw vegetable and fruit juices. The friendly staff gave us a variety of samples, and honestly they all tasted delicious. We narrowed it down to two. Saving the Hydrating Sweetness to share with the boys, we split the Eastern Roots as soon as we got back in the car. No doubt my body was pleased with such a healthy breakfast. Our day was starting in true Santa Fe fashion.
From there we headed to the Wheelwright Museum of the American Indian. It is the oldest and smallest non-profit independent museum in New Mexico. Did I mention free? We did make a suggested donation but love the accessibility. The current exhibit was a collection by Will Wilson, a Diné (Navajo) photographer. The kind volunteer at the entrance explained that these works were taken in the Four Corners area where uranium was mined during the time of the atomic bomb. Perhaps one of the most romantic things Mike does for me is willingly go to these types of artistic venues and genuinely look like he is enjoying them, too. (That or the way he thoughtfully opens the car door windows before polluting my air with his gaseous release. It’s a close call.) The Trading Post downstairs had quite a collection of artifacts for sale.
We still had some time to kill so we wandered around the streets of downtown until we found ourselves sitting quietly inside the Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi. The sun was shining through the stained glass windows placing rainbows on the Corinthian columns and reminding us to reflect in the beauty of the simple things surrounding us.
We wandered back past the numerous galleries and shops and headed to where Mike had heard the best green chile cheeseburger was awaiting us: Santa Fe Bite. We split the giant burger which was indeed extremely tasty as well as the flavorful street tacos and a Santa Fe Nut Brown on draft. Despite the food coma that meal induced, we made it back to Albuquerque safely.
We continue to treasure these little Fun Friday dates; they are gifts that would be hard to give up. Money is nice, but time and relationships are priceless. We returned to our routine refreshed and ready for the Beckett boys who keep us entertained on the daily.